I saw a dying bird
beneath the old tree
I recalled
it was the one
with the loudest tweet
I wondered
what went wrong
I picked it up
blood on its nose
feathers on its head
almost gone
from a distance
I heard a boy
yelling “that’s mine”
“I hit it with my slingshot”
I didn’t know
how to react
I want to yell back
tell him he’s cruel
but as he got closer
I saw my past self
a “deja vu”